Biarritz is the smallest commercial airport I’ve ever been to. Almost cozy.
The flight was uneventful and on time. I assembled my bike and had a short ride to the campsite in the evening heat through hilly Biarritz.
Met an Irishmen who had cycled down from Ireland.
Lightning from a summer thunderstorm in the mountains lights up the sky while my tent-neighbour snores loudly.
